Mistress Mommy (7 page)

Today, she would simply be hanging around the house. They weren’t going to go anywhere for a while yet. Margot knew that classes – and Alicia’s classes in particular – hadn’t started, so she was going to keep her close to home. Eventually, not only would Alicia be going off to classes, but she would also be going out with Margot – under very tight restrictions, of course.

So she dressed Alicia in a frilly pink romper. She had some items that she kept from girl to girl, but Margot knew what it was like to always have hand me downs, so she had a friend who was a whiz of a seamstress on commission. One of the first things she’d done was get Alicia’s measurements and talk to Paula about what she wanted for new outfits for Alicia. She already had most of the usual “little girl” accoutrement. She had toys and games (although she did NOT have video games) and every Disney video ever released, plus every and any other kid video she could get her hands on. She had finger painting and Play-Doh and clay and blocks and almost any toy any kid could want.

Of course, naughty girls didn’t get to play. So a lot of the toys were very new, because a lot of the girls found themselves spending more time in the corner – or over their Momma’s lap - than playing with the toys.

Alicia was younger than all of her girls – although she’d found out that there would be a couple of girls returning this fall who hadn’t arrive yet – and at least one boy. So that would change the dynamic of the house a bit. She wouldn’t be doing as much playing as most of the people in the house, and Margot would be enlisting some of them in helping her take care of Alicia.

Breakfast was at least as awful for Alicia as dinner had been the night before. Her only consolation was that Kennedy and Amy were both eating heaping bowls of oatmeal, which looked almost as disgusting as her “formula” tasted.

And she had to pee.

She really, really had to pee, and she couldn’t seem to make herself do it, despite the fact that last night hadn’t seemed to have fazed Mommy in the least. It just... wouldn’t happen.

Maybe she’d gotten herself to the point where she couldn’t!

By the time breakfast was done, she was in tears. She’d finished her bottle, because she knew she had to, but that didn’t do anything good for her bladder, and she felt trapped.

It surprised her that Kennedy was the one who came over to help her, rather than Mommy, who seemed to have her hands full with Amy, who was throwing a bit of a fit, and found herself upended over Momma’s lap getting the thrashing of a lifetime, right there in the breakfast nook.

Kennedy didn’t do a lot, but what she did helped Alicia enormously. She didn’t take her out of the high chair, but she did hold her hand and talk to her in a very soft, loving tone. “It’s hard at first. It is. You’re taught all your life to look for a bathroom and never to soil your pants. It’s horribly hard. But it’s different here. It’s okay here. I’ll take care of you, Momma will take care of you, even Amy will take care of you. Everyone will. It’s never a bother; never a problem. It’s what you’re supposed to do. There will never be any recriminations. You can feel free. Freer than you’ve been in probably fifteen years, since you were potty trained all those years ago. Let yourself enjoy it. It’s a wonderful gift to let someone else be responsible for that intimate part of yourself again. Don’t torture yourself. There’s really no need.”

It was all Alicia needed, and all she would need for the rest of her time with Mommy. She let go, completely.

And there were no recriminations.

Mommy was done with Amy, whose blistered butt was again on display in the corner of the room, which wasn’t easy since it was a roundish room. She complimented Kennedy on her manner with Alicia, then took Alicia up to her room to change her, praising her for learning how to let go.

The morning passed relatively uneventfully, with Alicia playing quietly on a blanket in the parlor, where Amy and Kennedy were studying at the table and Mommy was reading on her chaise.

At nine on the dot, as the grandfather clock in the corner was striking the hour, Mommy got up and helped Alicia back up to her room for her nap. Alicia didn’t necessarily want to go. No, she really didn’t want to go. She’d had enough sleep for four people, as far as she was concerned, not that she was really going to wage much of a protest. She’d gone several hours today without getting her butt into trouble, and she was entirely unwilling to break the record.

She found herself plugged and pacified and bound and bundled, warm and secure and asleep within seconds, damn it! What was it about this place that made her so sleepy so easily?

Mommy again had to wake her from her nap, she hadn’t, as she’d feared, been bored and awake the whole time, she was wet again, too, so her body was truly taking over and taking care of things itself. Mommy changed her and praised her again for letting go like a good girl, but it had been a while, she’d noticed, since Alicia had gone number two.

“Unless you’ve been using the potty without asking Mommy,” Mommy said, watching her carefully.

Alicia’s eyes grew big above her pacifier, and she shook her head back and forth gravely that she hadn’t. And she hadn’t.

“Well, I think someone needs some encouragement, because you should be using the potty to go number two at least once a day, baby girl.” So before her Mommy finished diapering her and put her into a pretty pastel flowered romper for the day, she reached into the cupboard and pulled out a huge round container of glycerin suppositories and put them on the crib next to Alicia, so that she could see when Mommy took each suppository out of the tub.

Alicia’s legs were already held obscenely back by those evil straps, which exposed not only her kitty, but her bottom hole, too. Mommy must have thought that it wasn’t exposed quite enough, though, because she pushed a button on the crib and Licia found her legs drawn back even further, until her knees were almost back to her ears, and her bottom was raised well off the diaper and layers of soakers that lay open beneath it.

“That’s much better.”

She could still see Mommy reach for that container of suppositories, though, and she began to keen when she saw the size of what she took out of the jar. They were huge! Alicia had seen them before; her mother had used them for herself when she’d been constipated, and they were relatively small. But these were the size of six or so of the normal ones, as if someone had melted five or six of them down and reshaped them into one larger one.

And she’d taken out four of them! They were easily as thick as a grown man’s thumb, each of them.

“These should help you. When you need to go, you have permission to take out your pacifier and ask me to go.”

Ask? She’d be lucky if she made it with all of those up inside her!

“Time to take your medicine, Alicia,” Mommy said, and Alicia could immediately feel the pressure of the tip of one of those awful huge things up against her bottom flower, and Mommy wasn’t going to take no for an answer, she was quite sure. As it sat there, her own body heat began to melt it and make it slippery, so whether or not she wanted it to, it was going to end up inside her.

And seconds later, it did just pop inside her, making her feel uncomfortably full and stretched inside. She whined and fussed as much as she thought she could get away with, which wasn’t much.

And then the second one was inserted with much less ceremony, because the lubrication from the first was already there. And that just made her feel that much more stuffed. Mommy waited just a minute or so for her body to accommodate, not long at all, though, before adding the third and fourth right in a row, with no time in between the two at all.

And then she bundled her up in the layers of her diaper and into her romper and brought her down to lunch.

Alicia hated walking with something in her butt. She hated it. With the exaggerated size and number of the suppositories inside her, it would take a little while for her to get to the point where she would be able to ignore their presence, which was, of course, just what Mommy wanted. Just about that time, they would begin to have their desired effect, and Alicia would have to ask for permission to use the potty. And she had to sit like that and drink her bottle for lunch.

Mommy decided she was being entirely too fussy about it, and she got her first spanking at the table, which Amy smirked about, of course. Mommy took a pink paddle, which was quickly becoming her nemesis, out of a drawer of the hutch, and used it to blister her rear end but good. So not only was Alicia dealing with the total invasion of the inside of her backside, but also the total roasting of its outside, and it was just more than she could bear. 

She had a complete meltdown.

It was, of course, at that moment that one of Mommy’s friends decided to drop by. Ms. Germaine ran her own household in very much the same manner as Mommy did, but her was in New Hampshire. She happened to be coming back from Bar Harbor and decided to drop in on Mommy.

Mommy didn’t miss a beat. She bade Veronica – Ronnie – take a seat, but continued to deal with Alicia, which meant trapping the girls flying legs and switching to a heavier, less pretty hairbrush to give her a much more sound spanking. By the time she was done with Alicia’s poor rear end, it was nearly maroon from end to end.

What was worse was that she didn’t let the girl up, but kept her over her lap while having her chat with her friend.

They discussed everything – the weather, business, the economy, politics, but, of course, they couldn’t avoid the situation in front of them for long. “So someone’s been a naughty girl, I see,” Ronnie queried.

“Yes, this is Alicia. She just came to us. She starts school next week. I’m sure you’ll excuse her from shaking your hand right now.”

“Oh, I understand completely. I have a newbie coming in tomorrow, and Claire’s been back for three days and she’s already earned a month of spankings.”

“A month?! What did she do?”

“She told me she’d signed up for classes over the summer and she hadn’t! Did she think I wouldn’t check? How long has she been with me?!”

The two women laughed. “Ah, dear. You gotta love them.”

“Well, I just wanted to stop in. I don’t want to interrupt. But ladies lunch next week, here, on Wednesday, right?”

“Yes, definitely!”

Ronnie stood, saying, “Don’t get up. I’ll show myself out.”

“Now,” Mommy said. “Are you quite through with your tantrum, young lady?”

Alicia nodded, mortified on every possible level.

“Good.”

She stood the girl up and made to put her back in her high chair, but Alicia tugged on her shirt and popped her pacifier out, asking sweetly, her face tear stained, “Mommy, I need to use the potty, please.”

“Good girl for asking. Let’s go.”

Alicia assumed that she was going to be guided to the bathroom them left to her own devices. After all, she did know how to use a toilet.

But she was learning quickly that she should never assume anything about living with Mommy. When they got to the door of the bathroom, Alicia turned and tried to close the door behind her. But Mommy wasn’t having any of that.

“Uh uh uh, girlie girl. Mommy is going to stay be in the room with you. There’s no way I’m going to leave you alone in the bathroom.”

She was going to have to go to the bathroom with someone else watching? She wasn’t even sure she could!

But the she soon found that the suppositories weren’t going to give her much choice about the matter – and, of course, neither was Mommy. No sooner has she been stripped of all of her clothes – something that Mommy insisted on – and sat – with that welted red bottom - upon the potty than she lost at least as complete control of her bowels as she had of her bladder.

And it made her cry just as hard.

Mommy stroked her head and kissed the top of it. “Aww, you’re all right, baby. That’s just the way it’s supposed to be. You’re not supposed to have any control over any of this.”

Mommy cleaned her up, too, and it was all too humiliating for Alicia. Mommy put her down for her afternoon nap, promising her play time once she awoke. Again, like magic, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as Mommy turned the lights out.

This time, however, she didn’t awaken to them being turned back on. Instead, she was awakened to Mommy undoing the bottom snaps of her romper, and changing her diaper, which was wet again. Then Mommy put another layer of fluffy diapers and soakers beneath her, but didn’t immediately velcro them together. Instead, she squeezed a little lubricant onto the fingers of Alicia’s right hand and said, “Pleasure yourself, baby girl. Make yourself come for Mommy.”

Margot could hear Alicia’s quickly indrawn breath, and knew she’d hit a sensitive spot. She saw that hand begin to reach slowly down to where her legs were already forcibly, widely spread. They encountered bits of the diaper at first, which was good; it reminded her of who and what she was, and what her place was, and then she found herself and began to rub.

Margo was inches away from her. Alicia could probably feel her breath on her clit as she watched what she did to herself. She reached up, past those nimble fingers, and pulled the romper up further, exposing Alicia’s bare breasts. Margot had found that most adult little girls liked for their breasts to be, if not fondled, then at least exposed when they were being pleasured. It added something. She’d never been able to pin down exactly what, but it was pretty universal, in her experience.

Then she reached down and firmly tapped at the plug in Alicia’s bottom, causing her to yelp against the pacifier in her mouth, but she knew she liked it. She knew she liked it even more when she began to remove it and fuck her with it. And not gently at all. Margot could plainly see how much faster the fingers on that clit were moving once she started to do that. It was something she’d file away in her mind for future reference. Baby Alicia was definitely anally oriented. She wouldn’t be able to get away with demurring from it any longer, not that she would in the first place, but Margot generally went slow with newbies on that front.

But no longer with Alicia. She might not have liked those suppositories, but she definitely liked those suppositories. And there were a lot more things like that were those came from. Definitely.